Perrine gave a sharp breath of wry laughter. "Preach," she muttered, leaning back in the booth as her mind started to slow her train of thought, the copious amounts of alcohol she'd consumed starting to take their toll. After a long moment of thinking, she added, her voice back to its normal volume, "Considering the world we live in... Well, the whole 'true love' thing didn't exactly work out for me, or you, it sounds like. I suppose it'll have to be one way or the other: we find elation in love or we fall into despair because of it." Perrine often started to waxed poetic when she was this drunk. "We'll only know in time, I suppose." She sat up a little and chuckled, then hiccupped. Yep, she was definitely more intoxicated than usual. "Howsabout this: if I ever get married, you're invited, mhmm?"